Sparrowhawk

Look into its pitiless eyes, for those eyes are dead
And in its torturous talons, prey, for mercy's fled
A soulless creature beyond the reach of any pastor
The sparrowhawk strikes, for it's a rapacious raptor

It's a cold blooded hunter that catches to rip apart
And a silent stalker with an eternally empty heart
But it's there on high and it's playing hide and seek
Until lives and time collide, beneath a curving beak

The small scurrying rodents cannot look to heaven
For there're beady eyes watching, twenty four seven
And all those innocent songbirds that hide in bushes
Might soon meet their end, when a talon crushes